I wake up early in the morningMy state so MilitarySuckas Fantasize Pictures of aYoung Brother BuriedWas it me The Weed Or this life I leadIf daytime is for suckas thenTonight we BleedOut for all thatKnowing that this world brings drawbacksLook how this shit bumpsOnce I deliver these war rapsMeet me at the cemetaryDressed in BlackTonight weFollow the deadAnd those who won't be backSo if I dieTo the same for meShed no tearAn Outlaw, thug living in this game,for yearsWhy worry,Hope to godGet me highWhen I'm burriedKnowing deep inside meOnly if yah loveCome rush me to the gates of heavenLet me picture for a whileHow I live for my days, as a childI wonder nowHow do we outlast, always get cashStay strong if we all mashHold Your head

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How do we keep the music playingHow do we get aheadTo many young black brothers are dyingLiving Fast, too fast

These felonies be like propheciesBegging me to stopCuz These lawyers getting moneyEverytime they knock usSlashing pockets lyricallySuckas fleed when they noticeSwitched my name to MakaveliHad the rap game closedExpose foes, with my hocus pocus flowsThey frozeNow suckas idealize my choosen BlowsMore money mean litigatingMore Playa hatingGot a cell at the penn for me waitingIs this my fateMiss me with that mistermeaner thinkingMe fall backNever ThatToo much Tequilla drinkingWe all thatMake them understand meHey I'll stay all night out with my PosseEveryone roll with me is familyCuz everybodies got meWatch me paint a perfect visionThis life we livingGot us all meeting up in PrisonLast week I got a letter from my road dogWritten in BloodSaying, "Please show a young playa love"Hold your headHold it

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How do we keep the music playingHow do we get aheadTo many young black brothers are dyingLiving Fast, too fast

God bless the child that can hold is ownIndeedEnemies Bleed when I hold my chromeLet these words be to lastto my unborn seedsHope to raise my young nationIn this world of greedCurrency means nothing if you still ain't freeMoney breeds jealousyTake the game from meI hope for better daysTrouble comes naturallyRunning from authoritiesTill they capture meAnd my AIM is to spread more smiles than tearsUtilalize lessons learned from my childhood yearsMaybe Mama had it all rightRest your headStraight converstion all nightBless the deadTo the homies that I usta haveThat no longer rollCatch a brother at the crossroadsPlus nobody knows my soulWatching time passThrough the glass of my drop topHold your head